when i’m not in class, i’m almost always with you.

sometimes we get drinks—coffee for me, soda for you. sometimes we order dinner in. mostly we sit on your bed and talk—about everything, about nothing.

my roommate says that i’ve changed, that i’m acting different. happier. i agree.

she also wants to know if we’re dating, and i don’t know how to answer that one. we’re spending so much time together, and your beautiful eyes are always bright when they look at me. but we haven’t kissed. we haven’t held hands.

are we dating?

i decide to ask you. and so, one day on your bed, i do.

you give me a thoughtful look. “do you want us to be?”

after only a moment of nervous hesitation, i admit, “yes.”

you smile. “then i guess we are.”

when you say that, my eyes grow wide and my cheeks flush with pleasure, and i couldn’t be happier.

when you lean forward and kiss me, i close my eyes and lean in. your mouth is soft on mine. i feel like there’s a wind blowing through my mind, gently, and when it dies down, i know that a new person is sitting where i used to be.

sorry this took a while longer than usual. i’ve gotten behind on writing for this story. but don’t worry; i am most definitely not out of ideas.

in the next chapter, i think i’ll run some kind of special promotion-type deal, in which one of you fine reviewers will have the chance to read a preview of an upcoming chapter. : ) won’t that be fun? stay tuned!